| Well, the West End now, the West End then
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| Went by the other day just to see my friend
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| His house was dark, his socks were thin
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| I told him, «Let's get out of West End»
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| For my whole life I’ve been down in the West End
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| It sure has changed here since I was a kid
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| It’s worse now, look what progress did
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| Someone lined the packers out, I know who that is
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| Well, my old man slaved down here in the West End
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| He thought the future was bright, way back then
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| But it beat him down till he had nothing to give
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| It broke his back, took away his will to live
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| Now me, I don’t think much of the West End
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| I don’t wanna end up like the old man did
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| 'Cause I got dreams and they are bigger than this
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| As far as I’m concerned you can keep the West End
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| Well, I guess down here in the West End
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| Broken promises, now and then
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| It’s not even fair to think they would
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| 'Cause the West End now ain’t no damn good
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| Out there somewhere you know there’s gotta be a place
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| Where man can live with a smile on his face
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| And everyday something new begins
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| But it ain’t down here at the West End
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| Someday down here in the West End
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| No one will remember how the whole place began |